Deuce

I think me and eeneR both have Shiba Inus. Beautiful dogs that are near impossible to train. Like cats. Very loving and loyal, but when they get out, they run until they are tired and then they come home. I'll take care of mine for the rest of their lives, but never again. I want a loyal "dog" dog. Next one, if I get another dog, will be a lab. A dog who hears "Come here" as a command from god, not a joke. Shiba's hear "Come!" and look you dead in the eye and run the other way. Most of those Asian Akita-dogs of different sizes are great guard dogs, but not in the German shepard mold. Don't buy a dog on how cute it is. If you want to be challenged every day by your dog, buy an -inu. The Chows are from China, I think, but the Hokkaido, Akita, Shiba, and there is another size in there -inu (dog) are very independent.

Yeah, I brought him out to my DZ once, back when he was a fed and he was able to carry a gun. I carry a gun too. Mine is cooler. I'm pretty sure when he gets to Atlanta they aren't going to let him run around with that grenade-launcher thing he runs around with in Iraq, so consider escaping. Get a distraction animal and launch it out of a catapult. When he looks at it, run.

I went from a centrifugal clutch mini bike to a Yamaha XR 175 to a Katana GSX1100F. Had that one from 1989 till 2000 and now have a BMW K1200RS. As I was riding the Katana home in 1989 I broke out in a cold sweat and would have taken it right back if I would have been able to. I was a lot like those guys SkymonkeyOne describes, but the cop type instead of the Soldier type. I survived, but it was luck rather than anything else. Start small as your ego will let you. If you can't counter-steer turn, you have no business on any kind of sport bike. And yeah, I think it equates to canopy piloting. When you enter a turn on a bike fast, you pick that point in the turn where you are going to countersteer the bike down and then hold the line, once you see the out point, you pour on the throttle until you are upright again. To me that's similar to finding your flare point, deciding when to set your feet down, and finishing out with the toggles.

OK, that proves you are Remsterre, but now you have to get back to figuring out how Clay got a human girl.

Hi you!!! I think that we were lucky to get you before you started your *world fourway video domination* scheme I miss talking to you Deuce! Are ya gonna be at Perris for JFTC? I don't think so. I really want to pick up a team for Nationals and I used up a bit of my "Me" time doing that long weekend at Perris. You guys will do great, though, and that last night's party will be so totally and completely off the hook.

I'm still running a background check on her IP address as I too am not quite sure things are on par... Yeah, but you didn't attach a really cool appropriate .wav file. Throw the cow.

Gigabyte or bigger are actually a pain in the ass, cause a full gig card won't fit on a single CD. Since we use automatic CD burners that the cards just slot into, for work anything bigger than will fit on a CD is a waste of money. For something like a boogie, though, where you are taking pictures all day and would be backing up to a computer or portable hard drive, the huge cards are cool.

To say the LEAST! I was involved in the first staging of it in Northern California. There's probably a web site describing how to train for it, here's a start: http://search.netscape.com/ns/boomframe.jsp?query=firefighter+cpat&page=1&offset=0&result_url=redir%3Fsrc%3Dwebsearch%26requestId%3D19c8c13fb263d397%26clickedItemRank%3D2%26userQuery%3Dfirefighter%2Bcpat%26clickedItemURN%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.co.henrico.va.us%252Ffire%252Fcpat.htm%26invocationType%3D-%26fromPage%3DNSCPToolbarNS%26amp%3BampTest%3D1&remove_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.co.henrico.va.us%2Ffire%2Fcpat.htm Anyhow, that test has to be passable by whoever, and very few females pass it. The two who did (out of over 300 some-odd total who took it) are firefighters now, and had no pre-training. The world isn't fair, male applicants have to have more stuff, like their EMT and Paramedic and females who qualify will be trained on the County's dime. Gotta pass that CPAT first, and half the men who take it fail. It is a great exam.

Skye, again, as and ex human resources analyst for Contra Costa County, they are real hungry for female applicants who can pass the very strenuous physical ability test. They will pay her for everything if she can pass that. It's call the (crap I forget the acronym) but it's a really good test. Having passed that, and having ovaries, she's in contention. That sounds mysogynist, but it's not. They need more physically capable female firefighters, and there's just not that many out there.

Although it looks like a bag of dirty laundry, I think it's a cutaway canopy (I puzzled over this all day on Monday. Clearly I should have been thinking more about 4-way). Amy ahem.... Amy is that you?.. I think you may have strayed into a foreign forum by mistake... The rigging forum is next room on the left dear Pah! It me we're talking about! After her and her Super Team flung poo at me, the least she could do was respond to a post about how she was dehydrated and tired enough to leave me alone in her house! So Karen still hasn't won the multi state lottery and is going to let me be your camera flier again? CRAP!

I will never wave my boobies around recklessly again. Wait. Read carefully. Reckless would be when your boobies put other's lives at risk. That means the pilot making a continuous climbing right turn as he cranks his neck around to study where the aereola meets the breast, the size and tension of the nipple, what he would do if he could touch the boobies if he wasn't really busy flying a turbine aircraft that was about to have a siesmic wieght/balance problem, etc. Show the boobs. Appreciate the power of the boobs.

Skye, nowadays most firefighters are medical first responders. See if any of the ambulance companies have training for hirees. Honestly, with the building codes these days, particularly out here in Cali, they mostly cut sick people naked and take their pulse before the ambulance people take them to the hospital. AMR would be a good start. JP

Oh, ladies, please be careful. Wait until we are at a least at safe exit altitude before flashing either of our pilots. Gene, for sure, will take us to the lower ionisphere if he were to see a pair of real live perky boobies. The problem is we'd all pass out while he pulled back hard on his yoke and the smokers and old people passed out. The teenagers would think it was all cool, but the memory would be in black and white. Please pre-warn of boobie passes, so I can bring my supplemental oxygen, and even then put the pretty pink-nosed puppies away by 20 grand. Boobies have power. Like pistols, not to be waved around recklessly. Death could ensue. Like at a Englishman's house in Berkeley. http://search.netscape.com/ns/boomframe.jsp?query=hypoxia&page=1&offset=0&result_url=redir%3Fsrc%3Dwebsearch%26requestId%3D19c8c13fb25dfbb5%26clickedItemRank%3D7%26userQuery%3Dhypoxia%26clickedItemURN%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fen.wikipedia.org%252Fwiki%252FHypoxia%26invocationType%3D-%26fromPage%3DNSCPToolbarNS%26amp%3BampTest%3D1&remove_url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FHypoxia

Boil this down for me, you corporate mercenary. You have an actual, living, breathing, human girlfriend? Wow.

I'm guessing giant inflatable ball for the Peter Frampton concert?

Replying to my own damn self. What a gift? Huh? Being such a dick just about nobody willl fight you? Argh. I need a skill that pays money. Buy a house from me!

I pissed off Farrah today. I am officially an asshole. "JP are you pissed off at me?" "No, hon, that's just my confrontational aspect, I'm just trying to figure out where you want me to do what next. I adore you, Farrah, and if I'm being a dick, I'm sorry, that's just the way I come accross. The psychs call it my confrontational aspect, and the rednecks call it how I am such a badass that I can't even get into fight in Floridia redneck bars. I'm sorry. Turned out grreat though, today, even though I got puked on.

I screwed the pooch so bad when I had free reign at your house. Damn! OK. The wierdest, most bestest combination of beer in the fridge, anywhere. Anywhere. You should have put a picture of the gravity drain effluvium rose grower. And now I understand why the door to the garage isn't shut, but I'll keep the secret to myself. The only really mysterious metallic things in my house come from happy meals. Not as cool as stuff that wouldn't fit the marrow channels of wreck victims. Your wierd pubescent neighbor who is downloading bad stuff on your WiFi is interesting, though.

LMAO! Deuce you're so NOT an asshole. Good try though. OK that's pissing me off. I am an asshole. When I was left alone in the vonNovack house I fucked with the lasers on the sharks heads and everything. When Lewmonst let me stay over at her new digs I drooled all over the pillow case. I am evil. (Time to make dinner. All real assholes have dinner ready when their spouse gets home from work. Tonight it its asshole London broil, french fries, and salad) And if they don't like it they can make their own damn dinner! See? Aggression! Grrrrrr.

Hey, bitch, your pie-hole is moving and there's sound coming out of it, but it isn't making any sense so I'm ignoring you. Do this phonetically, like Japanese people doing karaoke: "Doo u whant eh": 1: "Sahndwhich" 2: "Blojahb" Otherwise just shut up and avoid eye contact and clean the toilets a lot. (Wow, being invited to be an assh*le is fun!) BIOTCH!

I will aquire some Everclear from Nevada and make the Jello Shots From Hell. They will be in competition with the booze luge, which I think became a tradition last year. What are the actual dates, Iwan? And where is the website? JP

Bwhahahahaha!!!! Guess I didn't train you fully, 'eh Deuce!

You! Have Karen win the freaking multi-state lottery so I can jump with you guys again! I am so totally officially badass now. I have flown video for FF4, TLC, and Snatch Force (which translates as "I flew video for Pat McGowan, BIOTCH!") I need a team at Nationals. Another excuse to get on the roof of Mt. VonNovak the hard way with a beer clenched in my teeth. It's the only way to make the coyotes stop theat weird yodle-bark thing they do as they watch the dude with the beer clamber up the side of a house with a beer in his teeth. The coyotes really thought that was cool. Or maybe that was just a residual from the brain scan the computer did on me. Crapdoodle it was hot out there, though. Still getting over it.

Not to be presumptuous but I just thought I'd give the list a little momentum.. I'm heartbroken you didn't remember me.

No Can Do. In the pond that recycles the heavy metals from his experiments that the clam beds detox he has a killer whale/shark hybrid. He does genetic experimentation as a side thing, I guess. Anyhow, he mounted the laser on the sharks head.